Chapter 2
“Will you please hold still,” Neal grumbled.
“Sorry,” Galen replied.
“And bend your arm, hand on your waist.”
Galen complied, trying not to grin triumphantly when Ricky came into the costume shop to take his place with the rest of the cast to be measured for costumes.
“Now spread your legs, please,” Neal said. “I need an inseam measurement.”
“I know what mine is,” Galen told him.
“You know what it is for the pants you buy. I need a real one,” Neal replied seriously, kneeling, tape measure in hand.
Galen looked down at him, repressing a brief surge of lust. God only knows I’ve had costumers measure me before, but they were all females. Not a cute man who is probably off-limits. At least he knows how to do this without being touchy-feely. He chuckled under his breath, causi
